Author's Note: Uh...yeah. So I'm kinda on a writing spree...AND I'M UNSTOPPABLE! Hehehe. No but seriously. I haven't been able to stop writing. Maybe it's because of the lack of fics in Hamatora, or my desperate need to shower Art with more love. I'm not sure. But this one actually isn't a one-shot, though it was originally intended to be one.

But it's a little different, a little silly, and there will be three chapters, one from each character's point of view, alternating down the timeline. So this actually is a WIP, but I imagine I'll finish it pretty soon. Only, I'll be away for the weekend so... :3 might not actually post till Sunday or next week. I know, I'm evil. I contemplated waiting, but I kinda sorta wanted to share what I had so far with all of you too so...here you go.

Not as much Art in this chapter, and no Nice. Buuut, there will be soon.

Hope you enjoy. I'll subtly encourage you all to leave reviews and love *cough cough* Again, unbetaed.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written for fun, not for profit. No copyright infringement or slandering of characters, actors or any related persons is intended.

~*~ What To Do When Your Boss's Boss is Sexy ~*~

"Aaand…when you're done with everything at the end of the day, remember to lock up if you're the last one out," Gasquet, Senior Police Officer at the Yokohama Police Department, finished explaining to the newest addition to their team. He cracked a grin and scratched his chin, leaning back against one of the file cabinets. "Any questions, newbie?" he asked.

Their newest recruit, Kitazawa Seiji, a young, fresh-out-of-the-academy man in his early twenties, shot the senior officer a smile. "Nope. Sounds good so far. It'll take some time getting used to everything here, but…so far so good. Should I do anything else before I leave?" he offered, to which Gasquet shook his head.

"Nah. You're good to go, kid. Be at the office tomorrow at 7:30 sharp. Other than that, go home and celebrate with your girlfriend on your new job!" He grinned knowingly and patted the guy on the back.

Kitazawa let out a laugh. "Actually, I don't have a girlfriend as of the moment. If you know any cute young policewoman in the department, feel free to send her my way though," he joked, winking at the older man.

Gasquet let out a loud guffaw. "Ahh I like ya, kid. God knows the people here could let loose a little…Japanese people can be so uptight sometimes," he sighed, an image of one particular superintendent coming to mind.

The younger man smiled. "I've been told I'm too friendly and casual many times. Glad to see someone who sees things the way I do."

"You got it, kid. Now scram," Gasquet commanded jokingly.

Kitazawa shot him one last grin before giving him a salute and leaving.

As he exited the building that housed the Yokohama Police Department and made his way over to the mouth of the underground streets, however, the most beautiful human being he had ever laid eyes upon swept past his vision. He had just managed to step onto the down escalator when a man with silky pale-violet hair that perfectly framed his angular yet soft features and creamy skin stepped past him going up.

For a second, he contemplated running after the man, but the thought was soon cut off when an elderly woman got onto the escalator behind him.

"Who was he? I wonder if he's a model…" the new officer thought a little mind-numbingly. He almost tripped when the escalator reached the bottom, if it weren't for the little old lady behind him telling him to be careful.

That night, he dreamed of a field of violets and a beautiful bright smile.

Xxx

The next morning, he made it to the office at 7:15 sharp. Despite his carefree and friendly demeanor, Kitazawa was a very punctual and organized person. He arrived at the office with a steaming cup of cappuccino in hand, flashed the receptionist his badge and a smile and made his way over to his new desk.

"New here?" a voice piped up behind him after he sat down in his seat. He turned around a saw a middle-aged woman smile from her cubicle behind his.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm Kitazawa. Please lend me your guidance, senpai" he introduced and bowed in his seat.

"Pleasure to meet you, Kitazawa-kun. I'm Fuji Sachiko. I'm one of the officers on duty. Please feel free to reach out to me for help anytime, ok?" she encouraged.

"Ah, thank you, Fuji-senpai. I'm looking forward to working here." Suddenly, he remembered something important, and asked, "Um…actually, where is Senior Officer Gasquet's office? I actually need to give him something…"

Fuji smiled. "Of course! I can show you there. I've got a bit of time," she said just as she was standing up. Kitazawa thanked her for her troubles and followed when she gestured for him to follow.

"I thought the Senior Officer would have given you a better tour than that," she commented on the way over when Kitazawa told her about the quick walk-through he had yesterday.

"Ah, well, the office was closing down when I arrived, so…"

"This is a police department, Kitazawa-kun. It never closes down, especially not with our dear Superintendent on the watch. Honestly, sometimes it seems like that man works more house than all of us combined," she tutted while shaking her head.

A curious expression fell over the young man. "Superintendent? What kind of man is he? I haven't seen him around."

"That's probably because he fell asleep in his office again. I think he pulled another all-nighter," she explained as they came to a stop in front of a door labeled, 'Yokohama Police Department | Senior Police Chief | Gasquet Andre'. She sighed, "Sometimes I worry for that boy and I really have to hold off the temptation to scold him. Motherly instincts and all, you know," she shrugged, shooting Kitazawa a 'you-know-what-I-mean' look, even though he didn't know what she meant at all. "You'll probably see him around soon. He's pretty hard to miss. Not many people have—"

"Ah, Fuji-kun, Kitazawa-kun," Gasquet greeted upon yanking open his door. He grinned at the pair. "I thought I had guests. What's the problem?" he asked while making his way back to his desk.

Fuji smiled. "I'm just dropping Kitazawa-kun here off. He didn't know where your office was located. Honestly, that should be the first thing you tell newbies, sir."

Gasquet scratched his head lazily. "Ah, oops. Thanks, doll. Will do in the future."

Fuji nodded and turned to Kitazawa. "Well, I'll leave you here, yes? You can find your way back to your desk?"

"Yes, I imagine I'll be fine. Thank you, senpai," he thanked, bowing lightly again and watched Fuji leave before closing the office door.

"So what brings ya in here on the first day, kid?" he asked while leafing through some paperwork.

"You asked me to bring a copy of my driver's license? I have the card on me now. I don't have a scanner at home, so I was wondering if…" he trailed off, the implication understood.

Gasquet nodded. "Ah yeah. Bring it here."

Kitazawa dutifully pulled out his card and gave it to the older man, who took it and stuck it on the machine to his left. As the scanner whirled on and started making sounds, Gasquet turned to Kitazawa and asked, "So how's the first day going? Got enough rest last night? Dreamt of catching your first criminal yet?" He smirked.

The younger man looked thoughtful. "Actually…I saw the most gorgeous person on my way home yesterday, so that's what I dreamt of last night," he accounted carefully.

Gasquet's brows rose in interest. "Oh?" he asked, then split into a grin. "And did you say hi to this lovely lady?"

Kitazawa hummed in acknowledgement of the question, not really bothering to correct the other's assumptions. "Unfortunately, no. It was right as I left the office, really. This person had the most unique shade of hair color. It was a soft shade of lilac—"

Gasquet started laughing. "Boy, you sure know how to wax poetics. Keep it up and you'll have one of the female cops on you in no time," he teased. "'Soft shade of lilac' indeed," he echoed, testing the wording in his mouth.

Kitazawa wanted to pout, but figured that would be rather unbecoming. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Enter," the older man beckoned, and the door opened to reveal a tired-looking young man with pale-violet hair—

Kitazawa gaped. It was the man from yesterday! Holy shit…of all the possibilities, for the person in his dreams to actually be a member of the police force? He had to avert his gaze and keep a grin from spreading across his face. Score!

The man in question did not appear to notice Kitazawa's presence, and walked up to Gasquet's desk and laid down a stack of papers. "Here are all the witness testimonies for the Amanori case. There are twelve in total, but I've sent Jin to fetch the thirteenth," he said, words slurring together slightly.

Gasquet sighed and took the papers. "Art, go sleep. You do know this is the work usually left up to the junior members, right?" he questioned with a raise of a brow. Art looked like he was about to argue, but the older man cut him off. "Oi newbie, this is good starting work for you. Take these papers as well as those in Art's hands and do whatever the sticky notes on top of them say to do," he ordered.

Kitazawa snapped to attention and stepped forward almost a little too eagerly, relishing the moment the mysterious man noticed him for the first time. He did his best to resist looking in the other's direction until he had first received the papers from Gasquet's desk.

Art looked surprised, and an apologetic smile made its way to his face. "I'm sorry. I did not realize you had company. I'm Art. You must be a new member then, I take it?" he politely inquired.

Kitazawa was so transfixed by that sweet smile, he nearly forgot to respond. "Yes! Kitazawa Seiji. Pleasure to work with you," he said while bowing a little over eagerly.

"Pleasure is mine, Kitazawa-kun," the beautiful man said with the most melodious voice.

"Why don't you hand those papers in your hands over to Kitazawa now, Art?" Gasquet suggested none too lightly.

Art frowned. "I don't think a new member would understand what to do with these—"

"Oh honestly, Art. You write enough details on your sticky notes, a grade schooler can follow them and figure out what to do. He'll be fine. Now go sleep. Before Nice-kun kills me," he grumbled the last part.

The young superintendent looked like he wanted to argue some more and probably completely missed the last part, but his shoulders finally dropped and he sighed. He reluctantly handed the papers over to Kitazawa, who added them to the top of his stack. "Alright. If you have any questions, Kitazawa-kun—"

"—he can come ask me," Gasquet gruffly for him. "I mean it, Art…sleep."

Art rolled his eyes. "Yes mother."

Gasquet held up two hands in mock surrender. "Just lookin' out for ya, Art. Plus, I really don't want my ass kicked by Nice-kun."

A spot of color made its way to Art's cheeks. "Nice wouldn't…and you really shouldn't use such crude language in front of a junior member," he reprimanded lightly, successfully diverting attention away from the jibe.

Gasquet shrugged. "And normally people would be worried about the language they use towards a senior member. Ah, hell."

Art smiled and said to Kitazawa, "Well, thank you. I'll leave it to you then."

Kitazawa was sure he made some noise of acknowledgment before the other man left. At least, he'd hoped he did.

After standing there for a couple of seconds, he whipped his head around to face Gasquet. "Who was that?" He jerked a thumb towards the door.

Gasquet raised a brow, momentarily taken aback by the question. "Who was—" Then he let out a laugh. "You didn't know who that was? Oh geez, I thought you knew…everyone who comes in, new or not, seems to already know Art. He's a bit of a legend, in a manner of speaking. I'm surprised you didn't know him beforehand…he's pretty distinguishable in terms of appearances too. I mean, lilac-colored hair and all—"

Suddenly, Gasquet froze. He looked at Kitazawa curiously, before a gleeful expression crept over his features. Kitazawa squirmed slightly under the scrutiny, a feeling of discomfort curling in his stomach.

"Oh shit, he knows…" he thought despairingly, sweat drop forming on his head.

The maniacal grin on his Senior Officer's face was really beginning to look creepy.

"You have a little crush on our dearest Superintendent!" he exclaimed through a whisper—thank goodness, and proceeded to cackle gleefully.

Kitazawa really wanted to roll his eyes at the immaturity being displayed by his superior, but—

—wait, what?

Superintendent?

~To be continued

End notes: Hope it was fun. Remember, reviews are veeeery encouraging... :D